[Lyric] Hold On (Cj Folds)

(Hook)
Tell em hold on
Footsteps when they creep outside
Don’t know if it’s my time
When I peek outside
And It’s a red dot
Homie say the word and we on go
Because his head hot
Pass it to my bro he let it blow
And it’s head shot

Man down
Caught em with they hand down
Never been with chain gang
When we slide he get ran down
Never talk to feds and that’s on god
You get slammed down
Six feet deep, Granddaddy
Because he dead now
Oh
Now what you saying
Yeah my main one from the streets
And he gon’ creep but that’s my man
Yeah hе bloody bloody
And we ain’t looking no friends
We ain’t buddy buddy
That’s fasho and you know
Hе got the cuddy cuddy
(Guillaume - Verse)
If we creep tonight
Lot of niggas gon’ lose sleep tonight
All my niggas got the heat tonight
Imma bring this piece of mine
I’m just tryna find some peace of mind
Them niggas from the East gon’ slide
Know that we don’t die
Real niggas only multiply
Spin the block, I swear they all gon’ die
I’m from the trenches
Where niggas know how to get it, yeah
And it ain’t no cap in my rap
Cause I really live it, yeah
Bring them K’s
Imma make the choppa, sing like purple rain
Can’t say you feel my pain
If your homie ain’t in the grave
Can’t trust nobody that’s the way
Especially in this day and age
And each and every night
I pray they don’t take me up out the game

(Hook)
Tell em hold on
Footsteps when they creep outside
Don’t know if it’s my time
When I peek outside
And It’s a red dot
Homie say the word and we on go
Because his head hot
Pass it to my bro he let it blow
And it’s head shot
Man down
Caught em with they hand down
Never been with chain gang
When we slide he get ran down
Never talk to feds and that’s on god
You get slammed down
Six feet deep, Granddaddy
Because he dead now
Oh
Now what you saying
Yeah my main one from the streets
And he gon’ creep but that’s my man
Yeah he bloody bloody
And we ain’t looking no friends
We ain’t buddy buddy
That’s fasho and you know
He got the cuddy cuddy

(Cj Folds - Verse)
And I got the strap like I’m Rambo
Try me I can’t go
Killed him over Cartiers
Now my mans gone
Long Live Purcy P
Black man full of scholars
And you got it, only right putting your name in honor
Moving to fast momma told me that I should slow down
Go down, test me it’s gon’ be a showdown
G seeing red like silhouette challenge or some
Flip the switch and then he going back to back or some
Hot head because he trying to stay on track or some
Hot feds pointing guns because we black or some
If they kill me dead just know you better find the shooter
Spin the block with the ruler
Go and aim it and they madula
(Hook)
Tell em hold on
Footsteps when they creep outside
Don’t know if it’s my time
When I peek outside
And It’s a red dot
Homie say the word and we on go
Because his head hot
Pass it to my bro he let it blow
And it’s head shot

Man down
Caught em with they hand down
Never been with chain gang
When we slide he get ran down
Never talk to feds and that’s on god
You get slammed down
Six feet deep, Granddaddy
Because he dead now
Oh
Now what you saying
Yeah my main one from the streets
And he gon’ creep but that’s my man
Yeah he bloody bloody
And we ain’t looking no friends
We ain’t buddy buddy
That’s fasho and you know
He got the cuddy cuddy